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Twin

By: writedoctor



Paul stepped out from the refreshing shower and onto the plush dark blue mat, cool air meeting damp skin, his balls and pubic area tingling from the razor's close shave. Over the years he had periodically shaved down there, loving the nude, more sensitive feel and since the vacation in Bermuda, Paul maintained the smooth look. Gwen certainly had something to do with that.

He grabbed the thirsty beach towel sitting on the closed toilet seat and vigorously began to dry his wavy brown hair. Escaping the steamy confined bathroom, Paul padded his way into the spacious master bedroom and finished drying off under the swirling ceiling fan. With the work day over, something to drink, a cold frosty beer might be nice he thought.

Barefoot, Paul eased past the walk in closet and a strange sound halted him at the full length mirror: an admiring whistle. With Paul's narcissistic interest piqued, he smirked and turned to face the twin. Hands on hips he unashamedly checked out the nude reflection and liked what he saw.

Approaching the 1 year anniversary of Annie's death, Paul had spent the last six months lunch time at the gym, made a determined effort to eat smarter and the results had paid off. Turning sideways the twin flexed his muscular biceps, eyes roaming over strong calves, hips and a toned midsection. On display like a body builder the twin sucked in his stomach and although there's always be a little paunch, he was happy with the disappearing love handles. The short brown haired duo nodded in agreement, not bad, pretty good, actually pretty damn good and let's say an eight.

Paul retreated to one of the maple nightstands and opened the drawer that contained a sampling of sex items primarily used to enhance masturbation: scented oil, nipple clamps and cock rings. Often he'd use an anal plug or a dildo, on rare occasions a vibrator but always one of many sensual lubricants and a wide variety of erotic literature.

Choosing a dark green cock ring, Paul used the middle and index finger of each hand to pry apart the thick rubber circle then carefully looped the elastic ring over his smooth ball sack. He loved the stimulating grip around his scrotum, pulling his balls downward, tightening the skin between his sack and the base of his cock which was rapidly stiffening. Paul returned to the mirror, posing for the twin.

God your cock looks good. Balls nice and smooth, trussed up and hanging, so sexy. Yours too. 

 Twin spread his legs allowing his testes to hang further, his penis bobbing in front.

C'mon man, make it shiny. You've got to put a little of that Astroglide on. It'll look so good, much better. Okay, for you.

 The twin knew exactly what Paul liked, what he wanted to hear and predicted every motion. Paul looked down, drizzling a few drops of the clear liquid directly over the spongy head, watching it ooze over the curved rim and onto the shaft. Paul's index finger sensually painted the liquid around the glistening tip and down the front of his cock. Enraptured, Paul watched the twin's thumb and first finger encircle the shiny cap, slowly moving down the entire shaft, coating the swelling flesh causing instant ripples of pleasure there.

Oh God, that's it. That's good. Yeah, there you go. You're getting good and hard now. C'mon, tease it a little more. Move those slick fingers around. Yeah, like that. Stroke it up and down, not too fast.

 Paul hissed with delight as the twin's soft touch moved painfully slow, finding every pleasurable nerve on his erection. From this view, Paul stared at the front of twin's bulbous penis tip, the triangular shape looking like an arrow's tip or a spear and his fully erect member.

Now you've done it, got him good and stiff. Nice and red and shiny. Bad boy. Put a few more drops here and you know you'll cum. I bet you'd love to jerk off now, wouldn't you? God doesn't that Astro work great? Umm…gulp…yeah. Stop. Take your hand away. Just let go. Mmm…looks so fucking good, so fucking hard and we can make it harder, don't you think? I think we need to pump this bad boy. Pump it up bigger, sound good? Um hum.

 During the last few months, Paul had indulged in another form of exercise routine, pumping or vacuuming his cock. After convincing testimonials and price shopping online, he'd purchased a pressure gauged, hand held model. His cock was already large and why not make it larger and fatter? There didn't seem to be a downside, besides, the visual and suctioning action looked so damned delicious.

Paul tore his eyes away from the twin, about faced and walked the short distance to the dresser. He squeezed a dollop of water based K-Y gel inside the transparent Plexiglas tube and carefully smeared the goo around the circular opening. Paul inserted the nozzled air line with a distinctive click, lowered the clear tube over his erection and snugly positioned the jellied end around his smooth pubis. 

Two quick, short pumps, Tssss…Tssss and the tube sealed itself onto the skin at the base pf Paul's hardon. Two more, Tssss…Tssss caused more of the limited air to be vacuumed out, drawing Paul's penis further up into the tube. He peeked at the gauge as it approached 10 lbs, waited a few seconds and again squeezed the handle twice, Tssss…Tssss. By design his cock was suctioned to an incredible length, every centimeter of skin engorged with blood and through the clear plastic Paul stared at the swollen, dark red flesh, the tight seal capturing the entirety of his manhood.

Removing the air line, which didn't release any of the inside pressure, Paul devilishly glanced over his shoulder at the twin's dimpled, white cheeks flexing and rippling as if he was fucking the tube.

Damn…your ass looks sexy. Yeah, flex those hips. C'mon let me see that vacuum sucked cock…that big cock.

 To accommodate and visually please the twin, Paul stepped to the side, showing off the lengthy penis trapped within the vacuuming grip, his taut balls snugged up against the bottom of the tube and both agreed the package looked magnificent.

Paul stretched luxuriously across the fresh cotton sheets; comfortably propping himself up against two king sized pillows and picked up the stapled pages of his latest story. Obviously, he read more erotica than what he wrote and over the years Paul's imaginative ideas seemed to coalesce, the actual writing became easier and more rewarding. His cock throbbed as he began.



Twin Angels



I knew some thing was wrong when I heard my wife call my name. I was half asleep and sort of half pissed because she was so late. She had gone to a movie with her sister. I was wide-awake when I heard the sound of her voice again. I glanced at the clock, it was almost three AM.

I ran down the hall and saw her lying on the floor just inside the front door. I lifted her and carried her to the couch. She looked up at me, I could see she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She said, "Donny, Please check on Betsy."

I ran to the phone and dialed her sister's number. Charlie her husband answered. I asked if Betsy were all right. He said, "NO! A cab just pulled in with her. She is completely out of it. I taking her to the Emergency Room." 

I said, "Andrea is out of it too, she just staggered in here and asked me to check on Betsy." He told me he would stop by and we could take both of them to the Emergency Room.

I must digress and tell you about Andrea and I. Andrea and her sister are both stunning girls. Betsy is a year older than Andrea. They are always told they look like twins. It's true. They are like two peas in a pod. They are both just a hair over five feet tall and weigh just 100 pounds. They each fill a C cup bra beautifully. They have narrow waists, slim hips, and tight little butts. 

Both are full of fun and laughter and are bundles of energy. They are two of the sexiest looking females I have ever seen. They are 28 and 29 years old and get taken for teenagers constantly.

I am Donald. I am six feet tall and 185 pounds. I am in very good shape because of Andrea. She keeps me fit by seeing that I eat right and exercise often. She goes to the doctor with me for my semiannual checkups and talks with him about my health. She doesn't miss a thing. She even jogs with me two or three times a week. 

Andrea teases me about my age all the time. I am thirty- eight years old. She tells everyone I am always mistaken for her father. Actually it has only happened once when I was just out of the hospital. I was in rough shape and had lost over thirty pounds after a really sever upper respiratory infection. I damned near died. I did look like death warmed over. We were to meet Charlie and Betsy at a place for dinner and dancing. A doorman told me I couldn't bring my underage daughter in the bar and grille. I guess I will never live that down.

Betsy is married to a wonderful guy named Charles Fassio. He has a truck repair business and makes good money. He and I are very close we all spend a lot of time together.

I have a computer repair business and do very well. I have six employees. Only two are full time and the others moonlight from other computer repair services or other jobs.

When we pulled into the Hospital Charlie ran in and came back out with two gurneys and several orderlies. We told the doctor what had happened. We told them they went to a movie together and were going to stop for a drink on the way home and should have been home by eleven or twelve o'clock. We told them how they had arrived home. I still don't know how Andrea managed to drive home.

They wouldn't let us stay with the girls and we sat outside and worried like hell that they had food poisoning because Charlie overheard someone mention 'stomach pump'.

The doctor came out and said they were both drugged and had had sex not too long before. He said they were running toxicology tests for 'ruffies' and were assuming they had been raped. He said they would test for the most common drugs, Rohypnol, GHB, and Ketamine. They were also being tested for STDs and were getting the standard rape kit. The police had been notified. 

I looked at Charlie, "We are going to have to be very understanding about this. I do NOT believe any one had sex with either of them with out it being rape. There just isn't any way."

Charlie agreed, "They have been traumatized in the worst way. We need to talk to some one to get guidance on this."

"You are right. We'll see if they don't have something or someone we can get the information from with the rape kits.

Charlie looked at me very seriously, "I want to make a phone call."

I said, "I wouldn't call their Mom and Dad yet."

"Right, I want to tell Uncle Chuck."

"Uncle Chuck?" I thought about it for a minute then nodded my approval. He got up and walked off. Charlie was named after his uncle. His uncle was very close to Charlie, more like a father to him. He loves our wives dearly. He lavished all sorts of gifts on both girls. He calls them his twin angels. He is a very sweet and loving man towards his family. We don't see him as often as we would like. He says he doesn't want anyone to know about the connection.

He is also known as Chucky, 'the big hammer', Fassio. He is very well known and has his fingers in many businesses. Many of them a bit shady but most are strictly legitimate. 

Charlie came back and sat close to me. He softly said, "My uncle, who's name we will not mention in any way until otherwise advised, was very upset. I have never heard him scream like that. He is really upset the girls were hurt. He was on my ass for letting them go out alone. He is very upset about this. He prays it wasn't somebody trying to get at him through the girls. He said to make notes and to insist on a transcript of the police interrogation of the girls. He said he would have his people start checking around as soon as we had something to go on,"

A nurse came out and told us the girls were being moved to a room for observation. We hurried to join them. They were both awake and looked a lot more chipper than when we saw them last. I looked at Charlie, "Hey, I'll take the blond!"

"No I want the blond. I'll flip you for her."

"OK, can I try each of them out first?" Andrea laughed and said, "If you don't get your ass over here and kiss me you won't have a chance at all." I held her and kissed her. She looked at me and I could tell she was a little afraid. She said, "Do you still love me?" 

"More than I can possibly tell you. You had me scared to death. You are my life, you know that."

"Yes, you loved me but how do you feel now.?" Tears ran from her eyes.

"I love you like I hope you would love me if someone drugged me and had their way with me. I KNOW you would still love me." I glanced over and saw Betsey and Charlie holding each other and watching us. I said, "You girls have never seen two more terrified guys in your life as we were when we were rushing the two of you over here. We thought you might be dying. We didn't know what was wrong with you. We only had a few minutes to think. Then things got real busy when we first got you here. We were in the waiting room and I looked at Charlie. He had that deer in the headlights look. His hands were shaking. He tried to stop it by clinching his fists but it didn't help. Tears ran down his cheeks. Let me tell you, the man was scared stiff. I was too."

Charlie looked over at me. Then he looked at each girl, "Let me tell you what pulled me together when I was having a bad time. It was your guy Andrea, he patted my shoulder and said, "I do NOT believe anyone had sex with either one of them if it wasn't rape. Then he said, 'There just isn't any way'. I knew in my heart he was right."

Andrea buried her face in my shoulder and started crying. I held her tightly told her to cry it all out; that I would always love her with all my heart."

I heard Charlie whispering in Betsy's ear and then we were all crying softly. 

I thought back to the night I first met Andrea. It was at a party and I was not happy to be there. My sister had dragged me there because I had just broken up with a girl I had gone with for over a year and I was down in the dumps. I was standing in a corner when someone pulled my arm. I saw this tiny beautiful girl looking at me. She said, "You look so sad you make me want to cry. Will you dance with me?"

I didn't know what to think. She was beautiful; she wore a 'little black dress'. It was cut low in front a showed a lovely cleavage. She wore stockings and stiletto heels. She smiled up at me as we moved around the floor. I couldn't remember what I was so sad about. She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a couch that was suddenly empty. She sat me down and turned to face me and said, "Tell me all about it and I'll help you work through it. OK? I have to know if you can smile" She held one of my hands in both of hers and I stared into those big blue eyes I couldn't for the life of me remember what she was talking about. She giggled, "Can you smile? OH! You have a beautiful smile, just beautiful. I love it."

I asked her who she was and she smiled and said, "I am Andrea Collins, who are you?"

"I am Don McGinnis. Gosh, you are a little girl, how old are you?"

She said she had just turned 21 and wanted to know how old I was. I told her I was 31. She smiled shyly and looked at me and said, "I like older guys. Listen, I want to talk with you but it is too loud here, is there some where near by we can talk?"

I said, "My place is only a couple blocks away if you don't mind walking. I promise you will be perfectly safe and I get you home later."

She looked at me for a while then said, "I trust you, let's go."

"I have to tell my sister I am leaving, I came with her."

"Who is you sister? I know every girl here."

"Dolly, Dolly McGinnis."

"You are Dolly's big brother? Now I know I'll be safe. I have to tell MY sister. I'll be right back, there is Dolly over there. Meet you at the door."

I talked to my sister and told her I was taking Andrea home to talk. "Really, I think she is the nicest girl I know, she and her sister are very sweet." I kissed her cheek and headed for the door. As I neared the door it opened and a nice looking black haired man entered. Andrea ran to him and kissed him passionately. I watched for a minute and decided to just go on home. I wanted to cry. I opened the door and heard Andrea say, "Hey are you leaving without me?" I turned and she was there smiling up at me. I turned and looked back and saw her hanging on to the black haired guy.

"Damn, there are two of you. I thought you found another guy."

"No, I couldn't do that to you. That is my sister Betsy. We look a lot alike."

"Are you twins?"

"No she is a year older than I am, that is Charlie, her beau."

"Do you have a beau too?"

"No, I am still looking for the right guy. Would you like to apply for the job?"

"Yes, I will dust off my resume' and get it to you."

"Fine I will add you to the list."

"I'll bet it is a long, long list."

"Actually you are the only one on it right now."

We walked along talking. She was holding onto my arm and I loved it. We entered my apartment and I was proud it was very neat and clean. That was because Dolly had cleaned up yesterday.

I fixed us a couple of drinks and we sat and talked. She had to use the bathroom and asked if my girl friend had left her cosmetics and things there. I informed her that Dolly was living with me while our Mom and Dad were on a cruise. I told her about my break up and was able to laugh about it. She had just broken up with a guy too. I couldn't believe that. I said, "He had to be crazy, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, He was nuts."

She laughed, "Oh! I can be a little bitch sometimes."

"Sure, but why would that make him leave you?"

"Oh! He didn't exactly leave me. I wasn't in love with him and didn't see any pointing dragging it out."

"Oh!"

"Oh? Well he wasn't a good kisser either. It was Ho Hum every time he kissed me, no fire and the earth didn't shake." 

"Wow! I don't guess I kiss like that either. No one ever told me I did."

"Would you like to kiss me?"

"Yes, very much. Do you want to stand up so you can feel if the earth shakes?"

"You are teasing me now!"

"No, I am deadly serious." She stood and looked up at me. I reached out and gently pulled her to me. Her lips were slightly parted and I softly pressed my lips to her's. Damn, a tingle ran down my back to my toes. I wanted to never let go of her. She pulled back and looked at me with her blue eyes wide. She put her little hands up and felt my face. She gently pulled me down for another kiss. This was a longer kiss and our tongues met and played. She pushed me back and sat down and stared at me. 

I heard a key in the door and Dolly came in and stopped when she saw Andrea. Andrea ran to Dolly, "I need to talk to you." And she dragged Dolly to the bathroom. When they came out Andrea sat beside me and leaned close to me. I asked Dolly if she wanted a drink or something. She said she was going to go to bed. Andrea looked at her watch. She jumped up. She grabbed her purse. She pulled out a little notebook and wrote in it. She tore the page out. She asked me to kiss her again. I winked at Dolly and kissed Andrea. It was just wonderful. 

She stepped back and stared at me then looked at Dolly, "Will you please give me a ride home, it's only about five minutes from here."

Dolly said, "Donny would love to drive you home."

"I would love that too! Too much, I just am afraid right now."

"OK, I'll take you home." 

Andrea came to me and kissed me on the corner of my mouth. She put her little hand on my cheek and I felt it to my toes. She handed me the page from her little notebook and turned and hurried out the door. I glanced at the note. Her number was on the back with a short message. It said, 'Call me in the morning, Please. XXXX Me' I sat and waited for Dolly to get home. It was about a half an hour before she was back. I heard Dolly shut the door.

She grinned, "Do you like her a little bit?"

"Hell yes, she is wonderful, totally adorable. I can't believe what she does when she kisses me."

"Sweet brother, you do the same thing to her. She says bells ring and the earth shakes when you kiss her. She said she knew she would drag you to her bed if you drove her home. You made a conquest tonight Donny."

"No, Sis, she did."

"Oh! My, how wonderful, I am so happy for both of you. You couldn't have found a better person and she couldn't either. Good night now."

I did call her in the morning and asked her to go out for brunch with me. She broke my heart when she said, "No." Tears filled my eyes and I hung put the phone down and walked to the couch and sat and stared at the wall. I don't know how long I sat there before I head a knock on the door.

I went to the door and opened it. There she was. She looked frightened. "Are you alright Donny?"

"I guess so, I don't know what happened, I just didn't want to breath anymore."

She threw her arms around my neck and gently kissed me. "Poor baby, I tried to tell you I had everything ready to bring over here a fix brunch for you. I would never say no to you about anything. I might say 'no, not right now. I would never say just a flat NO to you. I just couldn't do that."

I searched her face and I believed her. She was adorable; she looked about fifteen years old with her hair in a ponytail and with shorts and a cropped top. Wow, what a change, now I felt great. She held me tight and cried a little. "I thought I had lost you, it scared me too. We have to have patience with each other and not go off half cocked."

She pushed back and looked at me wide-eyed. She looked down at me. "Wow! You are certainly not half cocked!" She put her little hand down and felt my erection through my jeans. 

She spent a long time feeling my package. "Oh! Donny now I know."

"Know what?"

"I know we will be perfect together."

"Yes, but where is Dolly?"

"I am right here watching you guys make out." Said Dolly. We jumped apart.

"Hey, don't let me bother you, I think you guy are just beautiful together. I love it. I'm headed out for the day anyway. Have fun." She walked over to the door; she looked back with a loving smile as she closed the door behind her.

Andrea grinned. "Let me fix us something to eat, then we can watch football. OK?" She had me follow her to her car and help her carry things in. In about ten minutes she called me to eat. She handed me a plate loaded with eggs, scrambled with red and green peppers, chunks of ham, slices of breakfast sausage, and potatoes. It was very tasty. 

I helped her with the dishes and every thing was done in no time. The she looked at me and walked to me and said, "Donny I know this is sudden, but I think I love you. Will you please make love to me? Then we'll know for sure." I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. I put her down beside the bed and looked in her sweet face, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Oh yes! I'm not a virgin, I wish I was, but I'm not." I sat on the bed and pulled her in front of me, I pulled the little shirt up off her body. I undid the snap on her white boy cut shorts and slipped them down. She wore a pink thong panties and a matching bra. Her hands were behind her and the bra fell away baring her beautiful breasts. My hands pressed her panties down over her taught ass and they dropped to her feet. I leaned forward and just sucked in a pink nipple. She moaned softly and I felt her small hands hold my head in place.

She moved my head to her other breast. Mmmmm! Sweet. She pulled me with her towards the bed. I told her to wait until I got my clothes off. She watched as I stripped. The more I took off the bigger her smile got. The last item I removed was my jockey shorts. She grinned and clapped her hands, "Wow! I got a real whopper." 

I laughed, "You did, did you? Why do you say that?"

"I see it, you are well endowed. Well hung."

"You embarrass me. My old Daddy used to tell me, 'It ain't what you got, it's the way how you use it.' I have to confess I haven't got a whole lot of experience."

"Donny, we will learn together. It will be more fun that way. Get up here on the bed with me. I want to check that thing out, up close and personal." She pushed me on my back. She crawled down and her little hand reached out and lifted him off my belly. She examined him carefully then rubbed him over her cheeks. She moved her tities over him and softly touched the head of my cock to her nipples while she watched my face. It was a very erotic thing for me. 

I was very aroused by then. I pulled her up and turned her on her back. I moved between her legs and rubbed my face over her smooth, baby soft mound. I parted her little nether lips with my thumbs. Her vagina hardly opened up at all. I ran my tongue inside that sweet pussy, I had to taste every speck of her, the flavor was divine, the sweet smell and taste of vanilla and roses. I could delay no longer; I just had to enter her. I reached down and rubbed the head of my cock up and down the slit in her pussy lips. On the next down motion when I felt the opening of her pussy I pressed forward. My cock slipped in. Heaven! Wet warm, tight, slippery heaven. Andrea moaned and hugged my face tightly to her breast. I tried the old long slow stroke ploy but I wasn't able to stand how that felt. She started whimpering now and frightened me. I stopped and looked carefully at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had a beautiful and serene smile on her face. Her eyes opened a bit, "Please, don't stop now, Donny, I love how you fuck me. I really, really love it."

I guessed that I hadn't hurt her. I thrust in hard and fast, my pubes thumping into her bare mound causing a loud cry from her, "YES! OH, YES!" I wanted to slow down and show my complete control. Yeah right! My ass involuntarily went into high gear. I thrust in deep and deeper as fast as I could move. She was thrusting back against me. 

The plans I had made to slowly bring her to the peak of her ecstasy and holding her there just went down the drain. Instinctively I knew the most important thing in my life was to breed with her, to inject my seed into her fertile womb. I had to impregnate her with MY babies. My brain was no longer in control. All my emotions and desires were coursing through my brain while all my sensations were concentrated in my cock. I had no control of the pulse after pulse of my sperm that spurted into her sweet little body. My being was filled with the ultimate joy. I seemed to cum for a long time.




Twin Angels



Finally I felt my arms quivering as they held me over her small body with my head hanging down. I opened my eyes and saw her sweet lips and pressed mine to hers. I eased myself down alongside of her. She put her arms around my neck. 

Andrea's tongue slipped between my lips and slowly and gently explored my mouth. She sighed, "Donny, that was absolute heaven. I love you so much I think I am going to burst with the explosion of my love for you. Please never leave me."

I looked into her eyes and told her I was afraid I had hurt her. I was afraid I had been too rough in my insane zeal to breed with her. She said I had been perfect. I had been sweet and gentle at first then seemed to perfectly match her growing passion. We bonded rapidly. We hated to be apart. Our sex was wonderful. I asked her to marry me a week later. She told me she all ready had a small wedding planned. She wanted to have a very short engagement. 

I asked her how she happened to have all the plans for a wedding ready so fast. She laughed, "I started planning and writing things down the fist day we ever made love." She smiled, "All my plans to get an education, see the world and become a business executive suddenly became trivial. I just want to be the best wife you could ever have."

I told her my income was enough that she could complete her education if she went to a local college. She looked at me, "What else can I do. I could never stand to be away from you. A local school wouldn't be too bad. I have been going to the University of Florida for two years; it's only thirty miles away, that's where I wanted to graduate anyhow. Mom and Dad have had it all paid for anyway." 

"We'll see. I love you my sweet baby girl."

They kept the girls overnight for observation. Charlie and I stayed as long as they would let us then we headed home. I looked at Charlie, "I tried to talk to Andrea and find out where the went, She pleaded with me not to ask her questions and that she would tell me everything tomorrow."

"Betsy was the same way, but she did say they had stopped for a drink at Angelo's."

"Angelo's?"

"Right."

I remembered the first time I ever heard of Angelo's. Andrea and I were at Charlie's and Betsey's house and Uncle Chuck dropped in. We all had a good time and Betsey said she would order pizza for all of us. Uncle Chuck said, "You want Italian, I'll order Italian." He pulled out his cell phone and pushed one button and lifted the phone to his ear. He started speaking Italian. He talked for three or four minutes and hung up. He smiled, "We gonna have a nice Italian dinner tonight. Pretty damned fast too." 

About fifteen minutes later a van pulled in the drive. Charlie opened the door and three guys entered carrying aluminum cases. They went out and came back with more cases. Uncle Chuck sat at the head of the table. The three guys put place mats in front of each of us. Silverware, glasses and even wine and flowers in a vase appeared as if by magic. We were served wine and then an antipasto. Then came Ravioli, Lasagna, Chicken Cacciatore, Baked Ziti, Eggplant Parmigiana, and last but not least, Tiramisu and Cannoli. It was a lovely meal. We later learned Uncle Chuck owned a large interest in Angelo's. The dinner had been ordered by some one else and was diverted to us. The folks who ordered it ate a little later but were not charged for the meal. 

We went to Angelo's quite often. We insisted on paying for our meals but everything we ordered seemed to be 'on special'. We paid about half price. Uncle Chuck's partner always came out and talked to us if he was there. He was a very nice man. Uncle Chuck was often there and if he were alone he would have us join him. Often he had other men with him and sometimes a woman. All of the women were beauties. He told us they were not ladies and weren't fit to meet his family.

The next morning we went to the hospital and signed some papers. We met the girls and they were really glad to see us. They told us they had to go to the Police Headquarters and look at mug books and work with the police artist to get a composite drawing of the men who raped them. We held their hands while they talked to the cops. 

They worked together on the drawing. They thought the result was very close to being correct. I had excused myself and saw the officer in charge of the case. He seemed to think there was little chance of the case being solved. They had had about two of these cases a week for months now without solving one of them. They thought that two guys might be responsible for all the cases.

I got a copy of the statements of each girl. We stopped for lunch at the Sonic Drive In. I still don't know how those little girls can eat so much as stay so slim. We went to Andrea's and my house after lunch. I ran off copies of everything and Charlie took the statements and copies of the drawings over to meet Uncle Chuck at his office.

He came back in several hours. He had a bunch of CDs from the security system at Angelo's. The whole interior of the restaurant was covered. Charlie had a map of the restaurant showing which camera covered which area. The films were not motion pictures. They were still pictures taken every ten seconds. Andrea and Betsy found where they thought they were sitting. We put the Disk in our DVD player and ran it at high speed until the clock said 10 PM.

We found them. They were sitting for a while then they were asked to dance. They returned to the table and talked for a few minutes then danced again. The two guys sat at the table with them. The two girls went to the lady's room. The guys ordered a new round of drinks. When the girls returned they drank and talked for about thirty minutes more. They danced again then they appeared to be sleepy or drunk. One guy led and half carried Andrea out the front door. The other guy went out the side door with Betsy.

We played it back a couple of times, nothing changed. 

We went back and went through the sequence where the new drinks were brought to the table. We saw one guy but his hand in his shirt pocket. The next frame showed his hand near one of the drinks. In the next frame he was leaning toward the other drink with his arm stretched half way to the other drink. We never saw conclusive proof the drinks had been drugged. I looked down at my hands and they were shaking. I was getting pissed. I jumped up and walked into my den. I stood and looked out the window. I thought about what I had seen on the DVDs. I walked back out and got the disc and took it to my computer. I ran the sequence again only this time on my computer. I put the sequence into a separate picture file. I ran them as a full screen slide show.

The pictures were now much clearer and you could see the expressions on the faces. Everyone looked very friendly. There was nothing I saw that said the girls were drugged. Were they drugged when they went off somewhere with the two guys? I went back in the living room. I said, "I think you guys should take a closer look at these pictures. I have them on my computer now."

I ran the pictures with a one-minute delay on each frame. I commented on what I was seeing. "Nice flirty smile there Andrea. You too Betsy. They are a couple of hot looking hunks. Everyone is having a very good time. Lots of smiles and laughs in this frame. Is that an arm around your shoulder Andrea? Now you all leave to dance I guess. We'll have to go to the dance floor shots to confirm that. Lets finish this first. Ok, here you are all back from dancing. Now the guys leave. You two look like you have your heads together about something. You both look happy. Oh! Here the guys are back. Andrea is that your hand on the guys thigh?" 

Charlie said, "Betsy, are you holding his hand?" The two girls jumped up and ran from the room. I paused the show. I looked at Charlie, "Buddy, I don't know what to think. I am beginning to wonder what was going on. Before they get back I'll tell you they are seem to get a lot friendlier towards the end."

"Shit."

"I don't know what..."

The girls came back in. Andrea said, "What don't you know?"

"I don't know what we are seeing here. It is hard to tell who is chasing who."

"WHAT? What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Just what I said, are the two of you doing a little harmless flirting or what?"

Charlie said "Or are you guys teasing the hell out of those guys?"

I looked at Andrea, tears coursed down her cheeks. She sniffled and half sobbed. "God I don't know. I do know that there was no way in hell I was going to screw either of them." She looked up at me; "I could never cheat on you Donny, never."

I smiled at her, "I think you are telling the truth, if you guys were willing, why drug you. I do remember getting on your case about flirting once before. As I recall you said something about how it would never happen again. You said you would never do anything that you didn't want me to see you doing. Is that still true?"

She was crying harder now. "No. Sob! I wouldn't have acted that way if you were there. Sob! I told them we loved our husbands and would never cheat on them. Right Bet?"

"Yes, god knows we love the two of you too much to take a chance of hurting you or our marriages for a couple of arrogant jerks who think their shit doesn't stink. We would die first."

"I have a feeling you guys came pretty close last night. It is a wonder one of you wasn't killed or hurt real badly. What kind of man would send one of you off with a taxi driver in your condition? Who would let the other drive when they can't even walk? Jesus Christ Girls! You wonder why we are so fucking pissed we can't see straight? You guys are our lives. We can't live without you. How could you go out dancing and flirting around and not get in trouble. They are lots of men out there who would do anything to jump your bones. You just don't know how beautiful and sexy the two of you are. Some guys get really ticked off and beat the shit out of cock teasers." 

"Oh! Please, we were just teasing back at the guys. We didn't mean any harm."

"Right but you ended up getting fucked by god knows who. You may have AIDS or some other STD. You are asking a lot of us. Think about it. If the situation were reversed, Andrea, what would you tell me? Would you welcome me back to your bed with open arms, or would you kick my ass out?" I think we both know what you would do. If you didn't kick me out I would be sleeping on the couch for the next year or two. Right?" She hung her head and couldn't look at me. She was softly crying. She looked up at me and said, "Please don't kick me out. You know I can't sleep without you. I didn't sleep last night until they gave me a pill."

"I'll have to think about it. I just don't know. Have you done this before and will you do it again? Charlie probably won't let Betsy go anywhere with you anymore."

"Oh! NO!"

Charlie looked at his wife, "I feel just like Don does. I think we need to keep the two of you apart. Don't plan any 'Girl's Night Out' deals anymore. No talking on the phone either until further notice." He looked at me. 

I said, "Right, No phone talking until we say so."

I looked in her eyes, "no more sex until you have a clean bill of health from a doctor."

Betsy looked up at Charlie, "Sniff, me too?" 

Charlie glared at her. "What? You think I want AIDs. No kissing either, Right Don?" Two sets of red eye jerked around to look at me. 

"Right!"

"How long?" wailed Betsy?

"I don't know, thirty days I think, you will have to ask the doctor. I believe that kissing someone before you are cleared is a criminal offense. Gets you ten years in jail. If you kiss someone if you know you have AIDs it is 'Attempted Murder'." We looked at each other. We couldn't stand to see our wives crying. I said softly. "Hush girls, hush now! I don't speak for Charlie, but I will be kissing Andrea very soon. If she has AIDs it will kill me too, one way or another. Either the disease will kill me or I will die when she does."

"Those are my sentiments exactly." Said Charlie. Andrea looked at me. "I can't do that. No kissing until I have a clean test. If you caught it from me I would have to go through eternity knowing I killed the man I love. I just can't bear the thought of that." Betsy sobbed, "She is right. Oh God! I can't chance that, no way."

The women cried softly and hugged each other. The phone rang. It was Uncle Chuck. He said he was on his way over if it was all right. I told him we all would be delighted to see him. He said he would be there in two minutes. I walked to the door just as he knocked. I let him in. The girls ran to him and he hugged both of them to his chest. They cried and told him they were so sorry if they had embarrassed him. He growled, "Me, how about your husbands. That's who I would worry about. I've known broads to get kicked out on their asses for a lot less than that. Good wives don't hang around bars and dance with strange guys. If it was me, the least would be that ya couldn't sit down on your spanked asses for two weeks. Then I'd whip your ass once a week so you wouldn't forget it."

The girls cried on his shoulders. Betsy sobbed, "We didn't go to do anything wrong, we love our husbands with all our hearts."

Uncle Chuck patted their shoulders, "I know you guys were just naïve, those guys do that all the time. I know who they are and where they work and live now. Incidentally, your composite drawing was right on the money. I suggest we go ahead and press charges against them. That will mean you will be asked to testify in court."

The girls looked at each other. Andrea looked at Uncle Chuck, "If that will get them off the street we will do it. We didn't do anything wrong."

"I know that baby, but these guys usually take videos of the whole thing. By the time they start recordin' it you were most likely begging them to do you. Those drugs make you unbelievably horny and take away all your modesty and inhibitions. They will introduce them to show it was consensual sex. It will be embarrassing and a tough defense to beat even with the test showing date rape drugs in your bodies. We will consult some good attorneys first either way."

"Betsy said, "What can we do?"

"First I want to get those discs back. Then I think I can persuade them to change their ways."

Andrea looked at me. "I don't want Donny to see those tapes. I don't know what I did on them but I don't want to hurt Donny."

Betsy said, "Me too!"

I smiled, "Uncle Chuck What do you think, should we take them back after we punish them?"

"That is up to you guys, I'm not married to them and they about broke MY heart with their shenanigans."

Andrea stared into my eyes. I could see the fright there. I reached for her and she came to me. I held her in my arms and kissed her forehead. I heard her whisper, "Donny, I love you, I could never cheat on you." 

"I believe you didn't intend to but the fact is that you did cheat on me."

She pulled back and looked at me, "I know, I can't tell you how sorry I am. I was stupid, I would never have willingly done that."

"I believe that."

"But it doesn't change what happened does it?"

"No. You can never change that. You just have to make sure it never happens again."

Charlie smiled a little smile at me, "Why don't you girls go lie down in Andrea's guest bed room while we talk to Uncle Chuck." The wives got up and reluctantly left us.

Uncle Chuck looked at us; "you guys are going to have a rough time for a while. Watch them carefully, they re going to have bad guilt trips, really bad if they start remembering what happened. You should maybe take a couple of weeks off and go somewhere nice."

Charlie looked at me and nodded. Uncle Chuck said, "I will tell you right now what I know. They took the girls to a motel, The Trail Motel. The have used it several times before. They have hung around other Bars along the strip there. They usually try for two girls but often take just one. They have blackmailed several of the women into more sex. 

"Now guys, here is the big question, what do you want to do to them?"

I said, "I want them dead. I really do. But I don't want it bad enough to take a chance on going to jail for it."

Charlie agreed with me and asked if Uncle Chuck had any options for us."

"Guys I think we should think of several ideas. My gut feeling is to go with the law. We need to see if we can find other victims to testify against them. If that doesn't work we will put out a contract on them."

Charlie said, "We appreciate the offer but we couldn't let you take a chance like that."

He laughed, "Hey, I'm no dumb hick, I just mention that it would be a shame for it to happen to the right person. He says something to someone else. He does what he has to do. The job request goes through maybe twenty people; there are cutouts and switchbacks. Untraceable. No money will ever change hands. Oh! In six months to a year there may be a deposit made to an off shore account somewhere. Who knows? It can even happen in jail if the court route works. Maybe just have them castrated."

Charlie looked at me, "Donny, lets take the girls off somewhere for a while. We need to take care of them before anything else."

"Right, Uncle Chuck, I'll withdraw some money from my savings for a lawyer to get the case started. I want the case underway before we leave."

Uncle Chuck smiled at me, "Donny, I'll let you know when I need some money. I have a lot of favors owed me. It may not cost a thing. You and Andrea are part of my family. No body messes with my family without paying the price. It is a matter of pride with me. I have been hoping I would have a bunch of grand nieces and nephews popping out soon."

"I think Charlie and I are going to insist on it very soon. That will slow the two of them down a little."

It is now a year since the rapes. Both our marriages have survived quite well. All is forgiven but not forgotten. 

The front door opens and the two girls walk in, each carrying a baby with a grinning Charlie behind them. He is loaded with baby gear, diaper bags, bottle bags and little blankets and other necessities.

Andrea hurried to me and handed me our son, "Here Donny Junior. Your grandpa wants to see you." I smiled at the light of my life. "Hey babe! How is everything?" 

"Fine, the doctor says they are both healthy and happy little guys."

"I'm happy to hear that, however something else bothers me. Betsy, can you hold Junior for a second."

Andrea froze and looked at me. Betsy and Charlie stopped what they were doing and listened too. "Andy you know I don't like being called 'grandpa', especially to my son. He is not MY grandson, He may not be MY son but he damned sure isn't my GRANDSON. I think I'll have to take Uncle Chuck's advice, you need your ass paddled." I jumped up and grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder and headed toward our bedroom. She giggled until I turned her over my knee and pulled her little shorts down. She screamed when the first slap connected with her sweet little butt. She looked frightened when she looked back at me. That didn't soften the next slap one bit. That got another yelp from her. She was crying now, I knew I was getting her attention now. Three more slaps were all I was able to bring myself to do. 

I pulled her to her feet and held her in front of me and looked into her eyes. They were wet with tears. She looked at me and slowly reached out with her little hand and rubbed the tears from my cheek. "That really did hurt you as much as it did me didn't it?" I nodded. She sniffled and looked at me so soulfully, "I love you, will you kiss it and make it better?" There was no way in the world I could resist.



Twin Awakenings...



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey sexy Lit readers! Kitty here, I'm new to the whole writing thing so I just thought I would try it out. I tend to ramble a little so bear with me. Feedback is greatly appreciated whether it be negative (Don't worry I won't break from harsh opinions LOL) or positive so don't be shy, tell me what you think. I'm very open-minded so if you have suggestions or ideas feel free to contact me =) Hope you enjoy!

-Kitty

DISCLAIMER: THE PEOPLE, NAMES, AND STORYLINE USED IN THE FOLLOWING STORY ARE NOT IN REFERENCE TO ANY REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS IN ANYWAY. THEY ARE OF MY IMAGINATION.ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SEXUAL ACTS ARE OF LEGAL AGE. 

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The Visitor~

It's quiet. I lay motionless on my top bunk, the thin mattress as comfortable as laying on a rock. My eyes were closed but I wasn't asleep, but to anybody who might've been watching me, I appeared to be. My heart rate and body completely lax, my breathing slow and easy like that of someone in a deep slumber. That's when they decided was the perfect time to make their move.

I didn't have to open my eyes to know of their approach. The three females moved quickly in unison, well they tried to at least. They weren't as quiet as they hoped to be. I heard everything, every clumsy quick step, every silent intake of breath, every racing heartbeat, the silent rustling of fabric with every move they made. My sensitive ears, picking up every sound being produced throughout the whole cell-block, whether it be near or far. There was a clammy hand lightly clasping my knee.

A low sigh emanated from my lips, as I pretended to be asleep. Another hand slowly reached under my pillow and tried to gracefully rid me of my hidden candy bar. I rolled my head to the wall allowing the thief easier access. My assailants were moving at turtle speed and I had to clench my jaw to keep from sucking my teeth. I was getting quite bored with their little ministrations. Hey now, a hand slowly descended upon my right breast while the other made its way to my thigh.

The slight touch caused my nipples to pucker against the fabric of my sweat shirt. Maybe I won't kill this one too quickly...the hand at my thigh moved ever so slightly upward as the hand palming my breast began to squeeze gently. A soft moan slipped from my throat and I played into her touch, arching up in to her hand and spreading my legs slightly. My nipples grew harder as I heard my assailant's heart quickened and breathing hiss out over an object clenched between her teeth.

Ah, so she's planning to take me with force, is she? 

...Wait for it...

She motions for her goons to fall back and the hand at my knee disappears.

Wait...

My assailant removes the object from between her teeth with the hand that was on my thigh and raises it to my neck as she pulls at the loose collar of my sweatshirt.

Wait for it...

She brings the object down to my outstretched collar and begins to gently cut it. I let her cut about three inches of my sweatshirt, allowing her the pleasure of seeing the tops of my creamy caramel colored breast. Her breath catches in her throat at the delicious sight. She raises the object back to resume cutting...

Now!

My right hand snaps out and wraps around her neck, quick like a bees' sting as my body twists agilely into a low crouch on the small mattress. With my eyes still closed, I sense the panic in the room as the two goons in the back gasp and the one in my hand lets out a startled scream that I quickly silence by cutting off her air. Raising my free hand palm up, I shake my finger at them in warning. I open my eyes slowly and smile at the goons as they pause in their tracks at the sight of my deathly blue eyes.

I understand their bewilderment, it's not often that you see a black person with blue eyes such as mine, though they aren't really blue, they're a hazel that change with my mood. Being as I wasn't in a good mood to begin with these females just made it worst.

My attention is drawn back to the struggling female in my hand. She was trembling and clawing at my hand. She had a pretty deep chocolate complexion with scars marring her pretty face just like mine, except mine were smaller and did nothing to taint my beauty. Her shoulder length, kinky hair braided straight back in cornrows. She looked rough and butch. If she were my type, I would've allowed her to have her way with me. I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by the loud shrill voice of our section guard. 

"Solis, to the bars now..." Leaning my face to the female in my hand, I whisper lightly.

"Saved by the bell, maybe if you would have asked nicely I would have kindly cooperated." I gently brushed my lips across her cheek and her struggling stopped. Fear began to pour from her at the contact causing me to wrinkle my nose and smirk. 

"Don't fear me now, did you know fear has a very acidic smell. I smell it on you. Don't ever try to fuck with me again or the next time I won't be to kind..." as the last word rolled from my tongue officer Shirley's voice interrupted my thoughts again. 

"Solis get your ass moving or we're coming in to drag you- Jesus!" I dropped the female and hopped from the bed moving at break neck speed to the cell gate startling the officer. Smiling like the Cheshire cat, I stuck my wrists through the bars and waited for her to pick up the cuffs and chains she dropped.

"How does she move so fast?"

"Hell if I know, the girl gets me every time." Curiously I cocked my head to the side and caught sight of the second officer the deep voice came from. He was tall and muscular. I could tell he hits the gym regularly, his skin a smooth olive tone. He looked young around his mid-twenties. Looking back to the short older woman in her forties, I grabbed her wrist to get her to look up at me. 

"Hey Shirl, what's with the extra muscle?"

"Boss said I might need it in case all doesn't go well." She smirked at me and tugged her hand free as I pondered her comment. 

"If all of what, what am I about to be subjected to?"

"Out in the hall Solis, get that big ass in gear." I pulled my cuffed hands back from the gate as she unlocked the cell and opened it. Stepping out in the hallway unseeingly, I bumped into Mr. Muscles. He stared down at me then looked to Shirley. 

"I thought she was supposed to be a hand full she seems quite...oomph." I elbowed him in the ribs causing him to double forward then clasping my fists together, I slammed them down on his back making him arch upward again then quickly snatched his keys off his waist and sent my left foot out sweeping his legs from under him. As he lay there coughing and moaning in pain, I handed the keys to Shirley and she laughed.

"She seems quite what Wilkes, I hope you weren't gunna say calm. She's anything but that as she just showed you. Ha-ha" I walked over to the fallen officer offering my cuffed hands to him, he rubbed his head then took them and I pulled him to his feet with ease. His green eyes wide pondering my strength. Leaning into him I brush my lips across his ear and whispered, 

"Never underestimate me or my strength. I'm full of..." pausing to slide my long tongue up his neck and ear, he sighed then gasped as I bit his ear drawing blood. 

"...Surprises" Shirley grabbed my long plait and pulled me away from him, my lips glistening with his blood curled into a sadistic smile. 

"It was a love bite Shirl, I like him." 

"Alright, alright Solis cut the shit." Licking my lips seductively at the man, I leaned my head down low enough so Shirley could put my muzzle on. When she snapped it in place and connected it to my collar she grabbed the excess chains and pulled me down the hall.

"Does she always act like this?"

"Nope, she's worst, she's being pretty good today she must really like you."

"How can you tell?" Wilkes asked holding his bleeding ear and looking back at me.

"Her eyes are like a mood indicator. What color are they now?"

"Green..."

"Yep she likes ya, her eyes turn green when she's amused and or aroused."

"What other colors do they turn?"

"Well as far as I know, blue when she's agitated and angry and a striking hazel is calm. Isn't that right little pet." Shirley laughed as she yanked my neck chain and my eyes blazed bright blue. "See, she doesn't like to be treated like an animal but she acts like one so she has no choice but to take it."

"Seeing as how she disarmed and attacked me so easily, I'm pretty sure she could break away from you right now." Shirley smirked at me and I grunted in agreement with him, because I could but it's not the right time...yet.

We made it to the security desk and the head of security unlocked the gate and signaled us in for my body search. Shirley locked my neck chain to the security table and removed my waist chain that held my cuffed arms. Head of security, Michael Cox, was a big burly bald white guy. He looked rough on the outside with all his visible tattoos showing on his neck and arms, but he's a big cuddly teddy bear underneath. I could tell that much, he was the only one to call me by a nickname he gave me after our first encounter where I viciously attacked him. He liked how I attacked without mercy or regret so that's what he called me.

"Well well well, Mercy, I see you managed to bite another officer." He watched me for a minute then calmly approached me. My eyes shifted hazel as I watched him move fearlessly about unchaining me and patting me down.

"Why is she calm all of a sudden?" Michael looked at the male then Shirley.

"New guy, huh?"

"Yup, this is Justin Wilkes. He's been assigned to Ms. Solis."

"What, does John think you're incapable of handling her yourself now?" Shirley tousled her short brown hair with grey peppering the sides and patted me on the butt.

"I guess he thinks I'm too old and Tiffany here will take advantage of me soon." That was the first time she's ever called me by my first name in the ten years of my being here. She removed my muzzle and I smiled at her sweetly.

"Awe Shirl, did you just say you loved me?" she blushed and her fist collided with the right side of my face. As my head snapped to the left, Justin grabbed her arms and held her back.

"Jesus Shirley, what's wrong with you?" Leaning forward I kissed her forehead.

"Unhand me Wilkes it was just a love tap." He let her go and I pulled her into a tight hug lifting her off the ground. Justin marveled at my strength as I held the woman like a child when I looked like mire child myself, just a very large child. Standing at six feet I was considered large for a woman. My body generously curved in all the right places, hid the powerful muscles beneath. My breast and ass were very thick and voluptuous. They immediately catch eyes, even in these unflattering prison sweats. Speaking of sweats, my eyes lowered to my breast trying their best to spill from the haggard slash down the front. 

"Mercy, what happened here?" Michael pulled at the ripped neckline and I smiled.

"Well you see Mike before Shirl came to get me, I was about enjoy beating an inmate's ass." Michael chuckled and shook his head getting the picture.

"Wow Mercy you really are ruthless aren't ya? Why don't you just have a little fun sometimes?" my eyes flashed green before changing back hazel.

"These inmates don't know how to show me a good time." Michael and I stood eye to eye as his hands lazily rubbed over my torso checking for weapons, really just enjoying the play of his fingers over my soft skin. I scented his arousal and my eyes blinked back and forth from hazel to green and back again. Justin eyed us curiously and Shirley ignored us gathering the chains and swapping them for larger ones and a heavier leather muzzle.

"Why are her eyes doing that?"

"Doing what?" Shirley called over her shoulder.

"They are like flashing back and forth between green and hazel." Shirley snorted and waved him off.

"She's caught between emotions; she's trying to control herself." Justin sighed and looked away as Michael's hands kneaded my breast.

"Alright, alright cut it out Cox. We have to get her to the visitor's room now before boss gets mad." My eyes bled blue and I turned my icy glare to Shirley.

"Shit, listen Hun, just calm down please I'm sure if you're on your best behavior everything will pass quickly." She wrapped her arms around my waist to reassure me but she knew I wanted no visitors' period. I've got twenty five to life, no one wants be visited while incarcerated its...demeaning. The blue of my eyes deepened and Michael tugged my plait.

"Come on Mercy, it won't be that bad. Be a good girl and let's just get this over with."

"What will you give me if I behave?" he walked behind me and slowly ran his hand over my arms then roughly pulled my arms behind my back. Leaning his face to my ear, he whispered then bit it hard, exciting a moan from me.

"If you're good, maybe I can convince the boss to put you in your own cell and let you put these on me." he clasped the thick shackles around my wrists and pulled my long plait hard. In the blink of an eye I was on his back with legs wrapped around his waist, my teeth pressed tightly over his jugular vein, and my thumbs pressed into the pressure point between his shoulder blades. Releasing my death vice on his neck, I moved my lips to his ear.

"It's not a good idea to stick your hands in a lions cage, so don't tease me." with the right amount of pressure I could have stopped his heart and he knew it too, but I didn't plan on killing him, at least not until I've had my fun. While I was on his back, Shirley took that time to place the shackles on one of my ankles.

"Down girl, we need to get you suited up." Smiling at Shirley, I back arched off his back landing on my hands. Holding perfectly still, I allowed them to connect the shackles and wrap extra chain around them. Shirley patted my butt signaling me to stand so she could muzzle me. Dropping into a back bend I slowly raised and waited patiently. She secured the muzzle and extra chains around my neck and arms. As we moved through the halls inmates ran to the bars and watched me curiously as my chains clinked loudly.

"Is all this really necessary, Shirley?"

"Of course Wilkes, you've seen how fast she can move, these chains may not hold her for long but they will buy time to restrain her long enough." I grunted and turned my cold blues to the watching inmates and snorted as a bit of fear and uncertainty coursed through them. Shirley tugged my plait and told me to leave them alone.

The visitors lounge was separated into multiple sections. Free rooms where the inmates were let free to interact with their visitors under security supervision, the glass room which consisted of a wall of one-way bullet resistant glass splitting the room where the inmate is chained to the wall and floor behind it, and the typical phone room like the one you see on TV. You know how there is like a row of small cubicles with glass or metal separating the inmates and visitors. I was placed in the glass room and securely chained to the wall and floor. The chain length gave me a couple feet of walking space towards the glass but not much. Shirley and Michael sat chairs on either side of me and soothed me by rubbing various parts of my body that were not concealed by chains. The newbie cop Justin walked in carrying a small crate containing medications and guns, I could smell the gun powder. They seemed to be expecting a big altercation. They loosened my muzzle just enough to allow me speech.

"Stay calm and it will be over in no time Hun."

"Yeah Mercy, remember what I said." Michael stood in front of me and played with a long straight strand of loose hair hanging in my face.

"You promise?"

"Of course Merc, can't you tell I'm telling the truth?" of course I could, the sexual tension was radiating off him in waves. I leaned my face as close as my chained neck would allow towards his and spoke softly.

"I like to be on top but I might let you take me from behind. Would you like that Mike?" his pale blue eyes stared into my now astonishing bright emerald green eyes and dilated slightly at the thought. I could tell he would like that more than anything right now, judging by the quick thumping of his heart and his penis stiffening against his thigh. The metals doors to the room opened on my side and the prison warden walked in.

"Show time..." Michael said and backed away.

"Inmate 20637, Tiffany Solis, you have a special visitor. He will watch you as you interact with your real visitor to see if you are worthy of going to court for a shorter sentence. If you cannot behave appropriately you will be sent to the box until I see fit, am I understood?" his raspy voice echoed loudly throughout the room. "Do I make myself clear, Miss Solis?"

"Cristal, Warden Jones." Was my muffled response and another set of doors opened on the other side of the glass. Turning my head, I waited for the visitors to appear. The first was a large well-toned male around six feet nine, in a nice suit with pure hazel eyes and his black hair in a ponytail. His skin evenly tanned like he spent a lot of time outdoors. The next was a slimmer much smaller male with short shaggy brown hair spiked at the top. He wore dark sunglasses and a leather jacket with the collar turned up. His pale skin slightly flushed. 

A chair was brought into the room on the opposite side and the smaller male took a seat, the large male stood in the corner watching me. Squinting my eyes, I tried to get a good look at the boy in front of me but it wasn't enough. Warden signaled for them to disconnect my neck chain allowing me more freedom to walk up to the glass, but my arms well pulled straight behind me if I got too close. Standing four feet away from the glass I waited for him to speak.

"Why does she have that thing over her face? How will she be able to talk?" he asked but his voice was unfamiliar to me.

"It is for your protection, she can speak around it. It has been loosened enough for that."

"My protection... She is chained to the wall and separated behind indestructible glass, how can she harm me from there, like that?" the boy questioned the warden and stood in front of the glass, pressing his hand to it.

"Take it off her, I want to see her entire face." My calm hazel eyes watched the boy as Shirley walked up to remove my muzzle.

"Lean down, Solis." Backing up and bending my head down to easily accommodate her small five foot four frame, I gave her access to the back of my head. She quickly unclasped it and let it slip down to my neck. Lifting back up, she brushed the loose strands of hair out of my face and returned to her chair behind me. The boy smiled and pressed both hands to the glass.

"Oh Tiff, your still as pretty as ever! I missed you so much, how are you?" Still confused as to who the boy is, I just quietly stared at him. He began to frown.

"Why won't you speak to me? Don't you remember me, Tiff?" I slowly shook my head and watched as he went into his pocket and dug out a picture then pressed it to the glass. I walked all the way up to the glass and was stopped inches away by the chains holding my arms. Looking at the picture I saw three people, two light skinned black twins and a cute little white boy with big blue eyes in between them hugging their legs.

It took me a minute to recognize the people in the picture. It was me and my twin brother when we were twelve and an eight year old Billy. He was a boy we took in after finding him wondering the streets alone three years before. I couldn't stop the joyful smile from covering my face looking at my two favorite people. Oh how I missed them dearly, but what was disconcerting was how this boy obtained this picture. My eyes traveled the boy's face and before I could open my mouth to ask where he got it, he rolled his collar down and removed his glasses. Familiar big blue eyes beamed at me and tears threatened to run down my cheeks.